Ants pick up the accidental fall
Of food from my hand,
It looks here and there
And consolidates that it must be
The manna dropped from heaven.
It prepares for a long journey
To reach its abode
Though for to me it may be few meters away,
It must be thousand meters away for him.
I watch as the joyful ants
First goes through a perfect plain,
Then it comes across a rugged plain,
It continues its journey.
And comes to a marsh like place
In few inches width,
It s journey blocked,
But it decides to take an another route,
And it reaches a hill,
It climbs nevertheless and then
Goes down a hill,
There it disappears from my view,
I know that it is not far way from its home so sweet
And will reach there safely,
After this not so tiresome journey,
As I rumble in my thoughts.